A new mission? (backdated to the 12th)

[warriorscribe]

Characters: Enoch and anyone
Setting: Floors 3, 17, and 19, Nov. 12
Format: Doesn't matter!
Summary: Enoch seems to have a purpose to his reading! Also, a Prize Pod.
Warnings: Guts. A Bullfairy in extreme pain as usual.

Floor 3: 9:00 AM

Enoch isn't idly reading or checking terminals (well, he may make a quick text post that will probably disappear.), this time, his reading seems to serve a purpose, albeit one he could never utilize in a thousand years, to look at him. He has a notebook and pen with him, as if to take notes. On top of that, each and every book he has is about espionage, for some reason. There is an imp's corpse at his feet. He's not letting those things transform.

A bullfairy is flying around him, bellowing in the pain of using its wings. Eventually, Enoch reaches out and grasps it, cradling it to his chest in one arm while he reads with the other. It struggles at first, but then it realizes that as long as it's held, it doesn't hurt as much. The little monster quiets down and lets Enoch read, taking a much-needed break. Every so often you might catch Enoch petting the little thing while he rests his eyes.

Floor 3: 12:00 PM

This lasts for roughly three hours before the bullfairy starts struggling again. Confused, hesitant, Enoch releases it, and, in pain again, it circles around him before flying off downstairs. Enoch looks at his pile of books, then at the direction of the stairwell the little thing went to. With a sigh, he grabs three of the books and goes to the terminal to make an addendum to his post, to let people looking for him know he's going up to the nineteenth floor.

And, of course, the post has vanished. He tears an empty piece of paper out and writes To those seeking me out: I have gone to the nineteenth level. -Enoch.

Floor 17

Enoch would normally move right past this floor. The bloody handprints and screaming, while always present, were not any less unsettling. But there was something else here this time. Something black and round, something hovering in the air.

A Prize Pod! And no other monsters around to stop him! Of course Enoch wasn't going to pass up a chance to potentially help out someone who had tried the restaurant, and he, lacking the free hands to take out his Arch, jumped up to smack it with the books he was carrying. It worked just as well...but he had no more luck with this Prize Pod than with his first encounter with one, and he found himself with something's intestines draped over his head and shoulders.

Stiffly, he dropped the books and pulled the stuff off, his hair, skin, and armor still streaked red. With a frustrated noise, he picked up his books and walked back to the stairs, looking none too pleased.

Floor 19

The blood had dried to brown at this point, and there are hand- and fingerprints in his books from where he'd continued reading before it had dried. The books he'd picked up on the third floor had been joined by a thicker book, one simply titled "Steganography".

It was a wonder he'd been undisturbed by monsters, bloodied like that from the Prize Pod. It probably had to do with the blood smears on the far wall - Enoch had tried to wipe his hands clean and create some kind of decoy. Or maybe he was just that lucky.

Comments

She's just gonna follow you to every floor till the 19th, lol

[bloodwriter]

Disciple has been wandering again amongst the floors, which wasn't too strange for her. What was strange was seeing a written note concerning floor 19. Examining it closer, she recognizes the scent as Enoch's, and she becomes alert. She then runs as fast as she can, passing through the screaming bloody floor that was floor 17, but not before seeing a trail leading out.

Di really hoped he was ok...

Finally reaching floor 19, she gives a sigh of relief upon seeing him, even though he is clearly a mess. She takes out a clean towel of her's and walks towards him.

"Enoch, do you need a towel?

Sorry it took me so long to get to this! School kicked my ass for a couple days straight...

[warriorscribe]

Enoch feels her gaze on him as she sighs and looks up from his book. He would have appreciated that towel when the blood was wetter, but he isn't going to turn down the troll's kind gesture.

"How-..." He realizes as he speaks that of course she knows his name, he signed that paper, and she must have put two and two together. And if it wasn't that, it was the video posts on the network where he's given his name. So instead he reaches out to take the towel and try to clean up the dried blood as well as he could. "Ah...thank you."

That's ok! Everybody has lives and it's the holidays. I completely understand <3

[bloodwriter]

She smiles when he takes it and sits down next to him. But the smile was short lived when Disciple tries to look him over. "So what has happened to you? Why did you go through that messy floor? And why did you not bring extra provisions?" It seemed Dolorosa was rubbing off on her, but she didn't notice or mind. She was just a curious friend, that's all!

[warriorscribe]

"I saw one of the 'prize pods' on that floor. They supposedly contain items that pay the restaurant's cost, and I thought I could help someone who underestimated the task if I had one beforehand." He sighed, trying to get what blood he could off of him. "But I've only seen two during my stay here, and both of them did nothing but drop something's innards on me."

A heart was something he could catch fairly cleanly, at least, but intestines, not so much.

[bloodwriter]

"Ohhhh, you were being prepared!" And who could blame him? She wouldn't want another poor soul having to fail just for nourishment. She would do the same too.

"That sounds like awful luck you have. We should try finding a body of water for you to get clean in."

[warriorscribe]

"I left an invitation for those that might need me to find me..." And following two paper trails seemed like too much to ask of the girls. He felt bad enough just leaving the one.

[bloodwriter]

"I see. I would still wish to give you water for you to wash your wounds away" she stated solemnly.

"But if you do not mind, then do you care for me waiting alongside you? I could keep you entertained while you wait!"

[warriorscribe]

"I'm not wounded. The blood isn't mine."

He cleared some books away from the seat beside him. "I wouldn't mind."

[bloodwriter]

She smiles happily and quickly sits right down next to him.

"Still...you never know with the demons and mysterious creatures amongst here. Why, their blood may give off random poisonous toxins! Or they may give you different harmful side-effects."

Floor 3: 9:00 AM

[lightofhumanity]

chaos liked the library. It was rather nostalgic, and since the books were quite interesting, he tended to go there at least once a day. However, when he walked into the library, he sensed two things. The first was human..but felt like it had been around non-human things. The other thing wasn't human, but it wasn't an android or a Gnosis.

Curious, chaos cautiously walked through the library until he found the where those two things were. There, near some terminals, was a man surrounded by espionage books. The man held what looked like a small bull with wings. A dead monster lay at his feet. Well, while this was strange, chaos had dealt with many odd sights during his life. He could deal and learn about more.

"Good morning. Pardon me, but what is it that you are holding?"

[warriorscribe]

Enoch looked up at the man who approached him and nodded at his greeting. "Good morning." The bullfairy raised its head a little, feeling chaos's gaze.

"It's...the only creature here I know of that is completely harmless. The poor things look like they were subjected to Jason's whims as a whole..."

[lightofhumanity]

Jason?..Must have been one of the Tower's Administrators. And by the looks of things, he wasn't the kindest man that ever lived. In his head, chaos sighed. The poor things..

"That is terrible..hopefully someone can stop him soon and put an end to his whims."

As he spoke, an idea popped into chaos's head. He couldn't cure the poor beast. His powers were too limited for that. But he could provide some relief for an hour or two.

"If you don't mind..may I hold it? And..if you're trying to write a secret note, lemon juice sometimes works."

[warriorscribe]

He recalls seeing the word "lemon" vaguely, as if in passing. He associates it with something bright yellow, but can't think of anything else about it. It must have been some time ago and not very important.

"Lemon juice?"

Oh, right...he shifts to offer the bullfairy without jostling it too much. It's clear the thing's legs, much too slender for its body, are broken, and the wings are not attached naturally.

[lightofhumanity]

"Yes, Lemon juice." chaos replied, carefully taking the creature from the man. Carefully, he used his powers on the poor thing. It wasn't enough to make his hands glow or anyone notice, but it should have made the creature a little more sleepy and less in pain. If it worked properly, it would last for about an hour or two.

chaos then turned his attention back to the man. Perhaps he did not know what a lemon was. Smiling at the thought of another old being in the Tower, chaos walked through the shelves, picked out a book on fruits, and walked back to the man. Still cradling the creature in one hand, chaos put the book on the table and flipped through it with the other, until he came to the page on lemons.

"There you are. That should help. After seeing all your espionage books, I thought you might like a way to write secret messages. Lemon juice is good for that. If you write something with it and wait for it to dry, the message will turn invisible until you apply some heat to the paper." chaos explained.

"However, I do apologize if I was making the wrong assumptions."

[warriorscribe]

Ah, so that's one of the things he was told about by that woman in the laboratory!

He looked up at chaos again. "Thank you." But then he tilted his head. "There is much more in here than writing secret messages. Why did you assume that I've gathered these books for that, exactly?"

[lightofhumanity]

chaos's smile fell as he explained, but he didn't frown either.

"These are espionage books. You're planning on using them for something, and part of sneaking around and learning things is using a code or secret messages so that the enemy can't detect you." This was a bit of a half-truth, but chaos was sure the man would believe it.

[warriorscribe]

"So it was a guess?" Something didn't strike him as quite right about that, but he didn't seem to mean him any harm.

this is probably the latest tag in ever; floor 19

[prayed]

Kyoko had caught he message on the terminal by chance, debated the merits of replying, but quickly shrugged it off as being pointless if she was just going to meet him anyway. Not like any message she left would be seen anyway. So, instead she made her way down to the nineteenth floor (too stuffy for her to normally visit,) working away at the pair of bread rolls she had with her.

"You the one that left that message on the network?" She asked as she caught sight of Enoch, approaching him briskly.

It's okay!

[warriorscribe]

Enoch set his book down as he was approached, looking up at the young woman that was quickly closing the distance between them.

"I am. Are you one of the ones who was addressed by it?" He hadn't met this particular Puella Magi before. Why were there always more than he thought...the poor things.

[prayed]

"Yeah. Name's Kyoko." She sized him up. Just about everyone here seemed to have one power or another, but old habits die hard and she couldn't quite content herself with talking to others about it. "I take it you've already run into a few Puella Magi."

She wondered idly just how many there were here that she didn't know about, then pushed the idea away. No Witches here to fight over, so it didn't really matter.

[warriorscribe]

"My name is Enoch." And then he remembered he'd signed that network post. Oh well, it was polite.

"Mm. Do you know Sayaka? It was through her I learned of...your situation. I purified her Soul Gem for her." He looked up at her now, a look of concern on his face. "Does yours need purification? That was why I asked about all of you..."

[prayed]

"Yeah, but she never mentioned anyone here having that kinda ability. Heh, looks like that girl's been holding out on me again." She grinned, though it quickly faded into something more serious. His question was only met with the shake of the head. She had a couple of Grief Seeds on her. "Do ya really think ya should be doing something like that? You're offering to shoulder other people's curses, y'know."

[warriorscribe]

"It's all right. Purification has no ill effect on me." Well, it's a little more energy consuming on them because it's a soul rather than an object... Come to think of it, should he even be able to purify those? Well they shouldn't be outside a body, so it wasn't like they were even in normal bounds anyway.

"It's better I tend to all of you than for you to suffer."

[prayed]

Kyoko bit back a remark on his idealism; she didn't trust it to last, but seeing what happened to Sayaka had left a mark on her. She didn't want to see that happen to anyone else and, more importantly, she didn't want to go through that herself.

"Is that so? Sounds like a pretty useful ability to have around here. So, what's the catch? Ya gotta want something in return for that sorta favor."

[warriorscribe]

"Have others used you?" Enoch solemnly shook his head. "I don't ask anything. As I said, it's better I tend to you than for you to suffer. I couldn't leave all of you in such a state knowing I could help."